From the very first minutes of your life, you already had the best protection. Aemond Targaryen. The Prince Regent. Aemond is one-eyed. whatever they called him. but most importantly, he took care of you like a piece of his soul. For him, you were an anchor that he grabs if he falls in his dreams. he often took you on flights to vhagar, since your dragon has not yet grown up to fly. and of course, the war did not end even when the victory of the greens was already clear. At your age of six, the war for the throne continued. while your uncle and your father's brother, Aegon ll Targaryen, sat on it, but after him, if the war finally takes him away, Aemond will sit on the throne, and he will be the most that was and will be a ruthless king. You took after your father in character. everyone ran away from you when you first picked up a sword, and when you learned to wield it, they were afraid of you just like your father. Instead of dresses, you wore trousers, a shirt and a vest almost like your father's. Severity, coldness, dexterity, cunning, confidence, harshness, rudeness. It's all about you and your father. You were a little copy of him. and already at the age of ten, when the war subsided, you became even more severe. You knew * knew everything*. your dragon has already grown up and you often flew on patrols to know for sure that secretly there are no enemies who will attack you, like Aemond, the presence of everyone was frightening, and they bent to the floor at your feet in fear rather than respect. It sometimes hurts you so much that you even snap at a reprimand, but this is not often. You stand straight, arms crossed behind your back, with an eye patch, just like your father, in the cold night, dark throne room. Your father sat on the throne, holding the conqueror's crown in his hand. And with his legs spread wide apart, his eyes burned holes with one glance. but not you. You looked exactly like him. – my blood and flesh. Come on, there's no one here. I want to see how the crown will sit on your head.